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Chapter Two
Nineteen-year-old Thomas Riddle walked into the house that he shared with his wife.
"Felicia?" He called trying to hold the panic that had assailed him an hour ago at bay. As he walked through each room the house that once held so much love he began to panic in earnest. As he walked into the bedroom that he and Felicia shared he was over powered by the bitter smell of death Scanning the room with his eyes he saw a prone figure laying on the bed. Felicia was dead.
That night Tom grieved for his wife, forgetting that there was supposed to be a child. The next day when to buried his wife he also buried what he thought was the remaining tatters of his humanity. Hate was his only strength and he would cling to it. As he turned his back to leave the graveyard he muttered Irma Haeanno# and disappeared into another dimension.
Thirty-seven years later Tom Riddle, now known as Lord Voldemort, was listening to the man before him. Peter Pettigrew aka Wormtail was a sniveling, conniving, whining traitor. Apparently the family he had been tracking finally made a mistake, they had made Peter their secret keeper.
"Master," simpered Pettigrew, "The Potters are in Godrics Hollow!"
Voldemort smirked at Wormtail before dismissing him. That night Voldemort and a band of Death Eaters launched an attack on Godrics Hollow. James Potter was in the living room; he had heard them breaking through the wards protecting the house. Voldemort waved his wand and James fell to the ground dead.
As the Death Eaters and Voldemort climbed the stairs Lily Potter could be heard weeping for her husband. Strangely enough the child, Harry was calm, even laughing. Just as quickly as her husband Lily Potter fell to the ground dead. Voldemort turned to the child and started the killing curse. Half way into it a face flashed into his mind, Felicia and she was smiling.
Looking at the child, he almost stopped did the child's eyes just glow? No he must have imagined it.
He finished the curse, but barely had enough time to duck as it rebounded back towards him, a field had erected it's self around the child. Voldemort nearly had do a back flip, and proceeded to scowl at the giggling child.
The door of the house down stair creaked as it was opened and when a voice cried out "James!" "Strange," thought Voldemort ' the child not only survived but is now giggling at me. ' Voldemort apperated when he heard foot steps on the stairs.
Sirius Black was hesitant about proceeding up the stairs. He knew that it was inevitable, he would find Lily's and Harry's bodies. He was startled out of his mini reverie by giggling. Could it be Harry survived? Just then Harry appeared at the door of the bedroom and shouted P'foot!" For a second Sirius stood still, but then he scooped up the child and started to weep. Overjoyed by the happiness that now filled him at seeing his godson alive Sirius gripped the child tightly. Composing himself he asked the child "Where's your mum? Where's Lily?" Harry looked slightly perplexed but the pointed towards the bedroom. Not wanting to leave the child alone, Sirius stepped into the bedroom and started crying again as he saw Lily's lifeless body.
An:
Thanks for putting up with me!!
# Irma Haeanno- dimension door" (from an Elven Phrase Dictionary)
I'm sorry that i take so long. I am just taking so long cause i have to type. I have been writing in my note book so i will try to hurry up!!
Chapter Two
Nineteen-year-old Thomas Riddle walked into the house that he shared with his wife.
"Felicia?" He called trying to hold the panic that had assailed him an hour ago at bay. As he walked through each room the house that once held so much love he began to panic in earnest. As he walked into the bedroom that he and Felicia shared he was over powered by the bitter smell of death Scanning the room with his eyes he saw a prone figure laying on the bed. Felicia was dead.
That night Tom grieved for his wife, forgetting that there was supposed to be a child. The next day when to buried his wife he also buried what he thought was the remaining tatters of his humanity. Hate was his only strength and he would cling to it. As he turned his back to leave the graveyard he muttered Irma Haeanno# and disappeared into another dimension.
Thirty-seven years later Tom Riddle, now known as Lord Voldemort, was listening to the man before him. Peter Pettigrew aka Wormtail was a sniveling, conniving, whining traitor. Apparently the family he had been tracking finally made a mistake, they had made Peter their secret keeper.
"Master," simpered Pettigrew, "The Potters are in Godrics Hollow!"
Voldemort smirked at Wormtail before dismissing him. That night Voldemort and a band of Death Eaters launched an attack on Godrics Hollow. James Potter was in the living room; he had heard them breaking through the wards protecting the house. Voldemort waved his wand and James fell to the ground dead.
As the Death Eaters and Voldemort climbed the stairs Lily Potter could be heard weeping for her husband. Strangely enough the child, Harry was calm, even laughing. Just as quickly as her husband Lily Potter fell to the ground dead. Voldemort turned to the child and started the killing curse. Half way into it a face flashed into his mind, Felicia and she was smiling.
Looking at the child, he almost stopped did the child's eyes just glow? No he must have imagined it.
He finished the curse, but barely had enough time to duck as it rebounded back towards him, a field had erected it's self around the child. Voldemort nearly had do a back flip, and proceeded to scowl at the giggling child.
The door of the house down stair creaked as it was opened and when a voice cried out "James!" "Strange," thought Voldemort ' the child not only survived but is now giggling at me. ' Voldemort apperated when he heard foot steps on the stairs.
Sirius Black was hesitant about proceeding up the stairs. He knew that it was inevitable, he would find Lily's and Harry's bodies. He was startled out of his mini reverie by giggling. Could it be Harry survived? Just then Harry appeared at the door of the bedroom and shouted P'foot!" For a second Sirius stood still, but then he scooped up the child and started to weep. Overjoyed by the happiness that now filled him at seeing his godson alive Sirius gripped the child tightly. Composing himself he asked the child "Where's your mum? Where's Lily?" Harry looked slightly perplexed but the pointed towards the bedroom. Not wanting to leave the child alone, Sirius stepped into the bedroom and started crying again as he saw Lily's lifeless body.
An:
Thanks for putting up with me!!
# Irma Haeanno- dimension door" (from an Elven Phrase Dictionary)